Chapter 632: The Scoundrel Girl

You… you don't cause trouble!

Lin Yuan forced himself to stay calm, reaching out to push her foot away.

Lin Yuan's tone… had lost its earlier firmness.

At this moment, Lin Yuan instead bore a barely perceptible panic: "No proper shape, hurry and move your foot—what does it look like?"

But Yu Meng not only didn't move it away, she pushed further.

Her other foot… also lightly rested on top.

Her two jade feet rested on Lin Yuan's shoulders.

Her red nail polish… swayed in the lamp light, making one dizzy.

Yu Meng leaned in slightly, drawing close to Lin Yuan…

Her nose tip… almost touched Lin Yuan's nose tip.

Yu Meng's voice dropped lower, alluring… with a hint of provocation.

I won't move it, after all you like it too. Manager Lin, just stop pretending, okay?

Her toes lightly curled, brushing over Lin Yuan's knee…

She, with a faint, barely-there itch.

Along the skin… it spread to the heart.

Lin Yuan shuddered all over, instinctively tensing his body.

Lin Yuan tried to dodge, but Yu Meng lightly hooked his thigh with her foot, leaving him unable to move.

"If you keep this up, I really will get angry." Lin Yuan frowned.

Lin Yuan's tone… carried a hint of helpless reproach.

But the panic in Lin Yuan's eyes couldn't be hidden.

He couldn't help but admit that he had indeed been stirred by Yu Meng.

This woman is practically a little sprite.

Especially thinking of her slender, delicate legs, fragrant…

Lin Yuan's mental defenses loosened a bit more.

After all, Lin Yuan isn't Liu Xiaohui.

Yu Meng looked at his hypocritical demeanor and smiled ever more smugly.

She slightly lifted her foot, her tone soft and sweet with a hint of pleading.

"Manager Lin, just once. Look, my foot is all swollen from the fall, and I'm still messing around with you—just feel sorry for me, okay?"

She said it, and deliberately moved her swollen red ankle.

Yu Meng's face… showed a hint of grievance, while her eyes concealed calculation.

Lin Yuan looked at her like that, both angry and helpless.

But Lin Yuan ultimately couldn't bring himself to scold her…

One side is his own steadfast propriety, the other is Yu Meng's blunt and fervent teasing.

Moreover, deep in his heart… that indescribable flutter left him in a dilemma.

Lin Yuan remained silent…

He could clearly smell the faint fragrance of her body wash on her foot.

Mixed with a maiden's unique aura, it lingered at his nostrils, impossible to dispel.

Yu Meng saw he wasn't speaking and knew he was about to yield.

Yu Meng quickly seized the moment, lightly brushing his lips.

Yu Meng's voice was so soft it could wring water out: "Manager Lin, okay? … I promise, I'll just keep you company for a while, not delay your sleep, nor cause any trouble, alright?"

Lin Yuan closed his eyes, then opened them; the struggle in his gaze gradually faded.

At this moment, Lin Yuan had nothing left but a hint of helpless acquiescence.

He reached out, no longer pushing her away, merely letting his fingertips lightly rest on her ankle.

Lin Yuan's tone carried a hint of resignation: "Just a while, no more pushing forward, no more messing around."

Yu Meng was instantly overjoyed, her brows and eyes curving into crescents.

Yu Meng hurriedly nodded like pounding garlic: "Good! Good! I promise not to mess around!"

Saying that, she lightly wiggled her toes.

She, lightly stroking Lin Yuan's thigh…

At this moment, Yu Meng's eyes were full of triumphant joy.

Lin Yuan sat on the sofa, his whole body tense.

Lin Yuan's heart still raced wildly.

He looked at Yu Meng's delighted face and sighed helplessly…

Lin Yuan silently muttered to himself: "In this lifetime, I'm probably doomed to fall into this girl's hands."

Just then, Yu Meng's phone, placed on the sofa armrest, vibrated again.

Yu Meng's beautiful eyes furrowed; without looking she knew it was probably a message from Yang Dawei.

But right now her heart was full of Lin Yuan before her; she didn't even glance at the phone.

Yu Meng simply focused on rubbing her foot against Lin Yuan's thigh, her eyes full of obsession.

Lin Yuan caught sight of the vibrating phone, his brow slightly furrowed.

Lin Yuan's tone carried a hint of reminder: "Your phone's ringing, won't you check who it is? In case it's something urgent."

Yu Meng waved her hand nonchalantly: "No problem."

But at this moment, Yu Meng's phone rang again.

She picked up her phone and opened it; the screen conspicuously displayed Yang Dawei's caring words:

【Mengmeng, is the late-night seafood porridge tasty? Do you need me to order some other late-night snacks for you? It's all on me, don't be polite with me.】

Yu Meng glanced at it quickly.

She was a bit annoyed, but Yang Dawei kept sending messages.

Yu Meng could only reply; she tapped back quickly: 【No need, I've had enough, thank you.】

There was not a shred of extra enthusiasm in Yu Meng's tone.

After a perfunctory reply, she prepared to hang up the phone.

But Yang Dawei's WeChat message popped up again immediately.

Yang Dawei stubbornly replied: 【As long as you've had enough, take a photo and let me see, check if the seafood porridge has plenty of ingredients; if it's too little, I'll add more for you, don't wrong yourself.】

Yu Meng furrowed her brows, a flash of impatience crossing her eyes.

She casually tossed her phone onto the sofa and turned her head to look at Lin Yuan beside her.

Yu Meng said, "Manager Lin, I'm hungry."

Lin Yuan blinked, "Then I'll go make you some late-night snack."

Lin Yuan said, then got up and headed toward the kitchen.

Yu Meng smiled and waved her hand: "No need for you to make the late-night snack; there's some outside, I just brought it back in a takeout bag, I forgot to tell you."

Lin Yuan blinked, his face full of surprise: "Outside? When did you put it there? When I just opened the door, I didn't see it."

"It was just now, when I was crouching at the doorway waiting for you, afraid it would be too heavy to carry, and also afraid you'd see me and not let me in, so I first put it on the ground outside the door." Yu Meng explained with a smile.

Her tone still carried a hint of smugness: "I knew you'd open the door sooner or later."

Lin Yuan was half‑believing, half‑doubting, he got up and walked to the door.

He gently pulled the door open, lowered his head to look……

Sure enough, he saw a plump takeout bag lying on the ground outside the door.

This was exactly the late-night snack that Yang Dawei had earlier ordered for Yu Meng.

Lin Yuan blinked, bent over and lifted the bag inside.

He placed the big bag on the coffee table and opened the takeout boxes one by one.

Inside, besides a large bowl of thick, fragrant seafood porridge, there were several plates of delicate side dishes and a dessert, the ingredients substantial, the aroma instantly filling the whole living room.

Lin Yuan scanned the table full of food, and couldn't help but stare for a moment.

Lin Yuan's tone held a touch of surprise: "You ordered this lavishly? And there's red wine too—this wine doesn't look cheap."

He reached out and touched the red wine bottle beside it; the bottle was exquisite, the label looked valuable, not something ordinary takeout would pair with.

Yu Meng heard this, casually waved her hand, speaking lightly: "It's fine, I didn't order it; a friend sent it over, I just brought it for you to try."

She wouldn't tell Lin Yuan that the red wine and late-night snack were both forcibly stuffed by Yang Dawei, lest it spoil the present mood.

Lin Yuan raised his eyebrows, then didn't ask further.

Lin Yuan went along with her words: "Your friend is pretty generous, giving away such good wine just like that."

He picked up the wine bottle and glanced at it twice, a flash of realization crossing his eyes.

He had seen this wine before; a bottle costs several ten‑thousands.

This—what ordinary friend would just give away like that?

But he also didn't expose it; it's rare for this girl to behave herself, and he didn't want to cause any unpleasantness.

Yu Meng didn't respond, but her stomach untimely let out a "gurgle".

Her cheeks flushed slightly, she lifted her head to look at Lin Yuan.

Yu Meng, with a touch of coquettish urging, said: "I'm hungry, Manager Lin, let's stop fooling around and eat the late-night snack."

Saying that, she reached for a spoon.

But as soon as she moved her ankle, a faint pain still came through.

Yu Meng instinctively furrowed her brows.

Lin Yuan saw this and sighed helplessly.

Lin Yuan got up……went to the kitchen to fetch two bowls and spoons, and placed them on the coffee table.

Lin Yuan first served her a bowl of seafood porridge.

Lin Yuan said gently: "Eat slowly, it's just been opened and still hot, don't burn yourself."

Yu Meng, however, didn't move; she just blinked her eyes at him.

The corner of her mouth……twitched into a sly smile.

Yu Meng deliberately pushed the bowl toward him: "My foot hurts, I can't move, Manager Lin, feed me."

Yu Meng's tone was soft and sweet, with a hint of coquettishness……

Her eyes were full of expectation, completely without embarrassment.

Lin Yuan looked at her overbearing demeanor, feeling both annoyed and helpless.

Yet in the end he couldn't bring himself to refuse……

After all, her ankle was indeed swollen from her own fall.

Lin Yuan picked up the spoon, scooped a spoonful of warm seafood porridge, blew on it, then brought it to her lips.

Lin Yuan's tone carried a hint of reproach: "Really troublesome, you just know how to make me work."

Yu Meng opened her mouth and ate it; after just one bite she furrowed her brows.

She quickly stuck out her tongue, her tone tinged with grievance: "Too hot, Manager Lin, you didn't blow it cool enough."

Lin Yuan patiently blew on it several more times, then brought it to her lips again……

But Yu Meng still shook her head, a trace of calculation flashed in her eyes,.

Yu Meng leaned close to his ear, her voice soft and sweet with a hint of allure: "Blowing like this is too slow, Manager Lin—would you mind feeding me mouth-to-mouth? That way it won't be hot."

Lin Yuan froze instantly, even the spoon in his hand paused……

Lin Yuan looked at her, speechless: "Yu Meng, don't push your luck! Eat properly, or I won't feed you."

He never expected that this girl would make such an excessive demand.

In Lin Yuan's tone… there was a hint of barely perceptible panic.

But Yu Meng wouldn't budge, pouting, her eyes full of stubbornness.

She even deliberately moved closer to him, their noses almost touching.

"No, I want you to feed me mouth-to-mouth! Otherwise I won't eat, I'll starve myself, and then my foot will heal even slower, and I'll have to trouble you to take care of me."

She said this, and even deliberately moved her swollen ankle, putting on a pitiful look……

Yu Meng had completely gotten a hold of Lin Yuan's soft spot.

Lin Yuan looked at her shameless act, and completely lost his temper.

Lin Yuan helplessly rubbed his brow, silently thinking:

Tonight, I've ended up being entangled by this girl.

Lin Yuan fell silent for a few seconds, but eventually gave in.

"Alright, alright, I give in—just this once, no more messing around."

Yu Meng's eyes lit up instantly, her brows curving like crescent moons, and she nodded eagerly.

She obediently moved close to Lin Yuan.,

Lin Yuan took a deep breath, scooped a spoonful of porridge, gently blew to cool it, then leaned forward slightly……

Lin Yuan, carefully moving to her lips, his motions awkward and stiff, his cheeks reddening to the point of almost dripping blood.

The two of them, feeding.

Exactly, it's the sour smell of love.

Oh, no, that's not right.

Between them, there is no love.

It should be…… the sour smell of hormones.

It's impulse, it's hormones, it's the stale scent of a lone man and woman like dry tinder waiting to ignite!

Lin Yuan fed Yu Meng.

But as they fed each other, they just lost control.

To be precise, it was Yu Meng who lost control first……

At that moment, Yu Meng's phone rang inopportunely.

It was a WeChat call from Yang Dawei……